Re: Ot transalted song of Eben Ezraa ???? (fwd)

Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.=20 =20

106. Rabbi Ben Ezra=20 By Robert Browning (1812=961889)=20 =20 GROW old along with me! =20 The best is yet to be, =20 The last of life, for which the first was made: =20 Our times are in His hand =20 Who saith =91A whole I planned, 5=20 Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!=92 =20 =20 Not that, amassing flowers, =20 Youth sighed =91Which rose make ours, =20 Which lily leave and then as best recall?=92 =20 Not that, admiring stars, 10=20 It yearned =91Nor Jove, nor Mars; =20 Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!=92 =20 =20 Not for such hopes and fears =20 Annulling youth=92s brief years, =20 Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! 15=20 Rather I prize the doubt =20 Low kinds exist without, =20 Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark. =20 =20 Poor vaunt of life indeed, =20 Were man but formed to feed 20=20 On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: =20 Such feasting ended, then =20 As sure an end to men; =20 Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the mawcrammed beast? =20 =20 Rejoice we are allied 25=20 To That which doth provide =20 And not partake, effect and not receive! =20 A spark disturbs our clod; =20 Nearer we hold of God =20 Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe. 30=20 =20 Then, welcome each rebuff =20 That turns earth=92s smoothness rough, =20 Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! =20 Be our joys three-parts pain! =20 Strive, and hold cheap the strain; 35=20 Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe! =20 =20 For thence,=97a paradox =20 Which comforts while it mocks,=97 =20 Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: =20 What I aspired to be, 40=20 And was not, comforts me: =20 A brute I might have been, but would not sink i=92 the scale =20 =20 What is he but a brute =20 Whose flesh hath soul to suit, =20 Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? 45=20 To man, propose this test=97 =20 Thy body at its best, =20 How far can that project thy soul on its lone way? =20 =20 Yet gifts should prove their use: =20 I own the Past profuse 50=20 Of power each side, perfection every turn: =20 Eyes, ears took in their dole, =20 Brain treasured up the whole; =20 Should not the heart beat once =91How good to live and learn?=92 =20 =20 Not once beat =91Praise be Thine! 55=20 I see the whole design, =20 I, who saw Power, see now Love perfect too: =20 Perfect I call Thy plan: =20 Thanks that I was a man! =20 Maker, remake, complete,=97I trust what Thou shalt do!=92 60=20 =20 For pleasant is this flesh; =20 Our soul, in its rose-mesh =20 Pulled ever to the earth, still yearns for rest: =20 Would we some prize might hold =20 To match those manifold 65=20 Possessions of the brute,=97gain most, as we did best! =20 =20 Let us not always say =20 =91Spite of this flesh to-day =20 I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!=92 =20 As the bird wings and sings, 70=20 Let us cry =91All good things =20 Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!=92 =20 =20 Therefore I summon age =20 To grant youth=92s heritage, =20 Life=92s struggle having so far reached its term: 75=20 Thence shall I pass, approved =20 A man, for ay removed =20 From=20the developed brute; a God though in the germ. =20 =20 And I shall thereupon =20 Take rest, ere I be gone 80=20 Once more on my adventure brave and new: =20 Fearless and unperplexed, =20 When I wage battle next, =20 What weapons to select, what armour to indue. =20 =20 Youth ended, I shall try 85=20 My gain or loss thereby; =20 Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: =20 And I shall weigh the same, =20 Give life its praise or blame: =20 Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old 90=20 =20 For note, when evening shuts, =20 A certain moment cuts =20 The deed off, calls the glory from the grey: =20 A whisper from the west =20 Shoots=97=91Add this to the rest, 95=20 Take it and try its worth: here dies another day.=92 =20 =20 So, still within this life, =20 Though lifted o=92er its strife, =20 Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last, =20 =91This rage was right i=92 the main, 100=20 That acquiescence vain: =20 The Future I may face now I have proved the Past.=92 =20 =20 For more is not reserved =20 To man, with soul just nerved =20 To act to-morrow what he learns to-day: 105=20 Here, work enough to watch =20 The Master work, and catch =20 Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool=92s true play. =20 =20 As it was better, youth =20 Should strive, through acts uncouth, 110=20 Toward making, than repose on aught found made; =20 So, better, age, exempt =20 From=20strife, should know, than tempt =20 Further. Thou waitedst age; wait death nor be afraid! =20 =20 Enough now, if the Right 115=20 And Good and Infinite =20 Be named here, as thou callest thy hand thine own, =20 With knowledge absolute, =20 Subject to no dispute =20 From=20fools that crowded youth, nor let thee feel alone. 120=20 =20 Be there, for once and all, =20 Severed great minds from small, =20 Announced to each his station in the Past! =20 Was I, the world arraigned, =20 Were they, my soul disdained, 125=20 Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last! =20 =20 Now, who shall arbitrate? =20 Ten men love what I hate, =20 Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; =20 Ten, who in ears and eyes 130=20 Match me: we all surmise, =20 They, this thing, and I, that: whom shall my soul believe? =20 =20 Not on the vulgar mass =20 Called =91work=92, must sentence pass, =20 Things done, that took the eye and had the price; 135=20 O=92er which, from level stand, =20 The low world laid its hand, =20 Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice: =20 =20 But all, the world=92s coarse thumb =20 And finger failed to plumb, 140=20 So passed in making up the main account; =20 All instincts immature, =20 All purposes unsure, =20 That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man=92s amount: =20 =20 Thoughts hardly to be packed 145=20 Into a narrow act, =20 Fancies that broke through language and escaped; =20 All I could never be, =20 All, men ignored in me, =20 This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. 150=20 =20 Ay, note that Potter=92s wheel, =20 That metaphor! and feel =20 Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay,=97 =20 Thou, to whom fools propound, =20 When the wine makes its round, 155=20 =91Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day!=92 =20 =20 Fool! All that is, at all, =20 Lasts ever, past recall; =20 Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: =20 What entered into thee, 160=20 That was, is, and shall be: =20 Time=92s wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure. =20 =20 He fixed thee mid this dance =20 Of plastic circumstance, =20 This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest: 165=20 Machinery just meant =20 To give thy soul its bent, =20 Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed. =20 =20 What though the earlier grooves =20 Which ran the laughing loves 170=20 Around thy base, no longer pause and press? =20 What though, about thy rim, =20 Skull-things in order grim =20 Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress? =20 =20 Look not thou down but up! 175=20 To uses of a cup, =20 The festal board, lamp=92s flash and trumpet=92s peal, =20 The new wine=92s foaming flow, =20 The Master=92s lips aglow! =20 Thou, heaven=92s consummate cup, what need=92st thou with earth=92s wheel? 180=20 =20 But I need, now as then, =20 Thee, God, who mouldest men; =20 And since, not even while the whirl was worst, =20 Did I,=97to the wheel of life =20 With shapes and colours rife, 185=20 Bound dizzily,=97mistake my end, to slake Thy thirst: =20 =20 So, take and use Thy work! =20 Amend what flaws may lurk, =20 What strain o=92 the stuff, what warpings past the aim! =20 My times be in Thy hand! 190=20 Perfect the cup as planned! =20 Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same! =20
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Mirjam Bruck-Cohen
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One of my favourites, Mirjam! Thanks for sharing! Hugs, Noreen

Nicholson & Lee, eds. The Oxford Book of English Mystical Verse. 1917.

106. Rabbi Ben Ezra By Robert Browning (1812-1889)

GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in His hand Who saith 'A whole I planned, 5 Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!'

Not that, amassing flowers, Youth sighed 'Which rose make ours, Which lily leave and then as best recall?' Not that, admiring stars, 10 It yearned 'Nor Jove, nor Mars; Mine be some figured flame which blends, transcends them all!'

Not for such hopes and fears Annulling youth's brief years, Do I remonstrate: folly wide the mark! 15 Rather I prize the doubt Low kinds exist without, Finished and finite clods, untroubled by a spark.

Poor vaunt of life indeed, Were man but formed to feed 20 On joy, to solely seek and find and feast: Such feasting ended, then As sure an end to men; Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the mawcrammed beast?

Rejoice we are allied 25 To That which doth provide And not partake, effect and not receive! A spark disturbs our clod; Nearer we hold of God Who gives, than of His tribes that take, I must believe. 30

Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; 35 Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!

For thence,-a paradox Which comforts while it mocks,- Shall life succeed in that it seems to fail: What I aspired to be, 40 And was not, comforts me: A brute I might have been, but would not sink i' the scale

What is he but a brute Whose flesh hath soul to suit, Whose spirit works lest arms and legs want play? 45 To man, propose this test- Thy body at its best, How far can that project thy soul on its lone way?

Yet gifts should prove their use: I own the Past profuse 50 Of power each side, perfection every turn: Eyes, ears took in their dole, Brain treasured up the whole; Should not the heart beat once 'How good to live and learn?'

Not once beat 'Praise be Thine! 55 I see the whole design, I, who saw Power, see now Love perfect too: Perfect I call Thy plan: Thanks that I was a man! Maker, remake, complete,-I trust what Thou shalt do!' 60

For pleasant is this flesh; Our soul, in its rose-mesh Pulled ever to the earth, still yearns for rest: Would we some prize might hold To match those manifold 65 Possessions of the brute,-gain most, as we did best!

Let us not always say 'Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!' As the bird wings and sings, 70 Let us cry 'All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!'

Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage, Life's struggle having so far reached its term: 75 Thence shall I pass, approved A man, for ay removed From the developed brute; a God though in the germ.

And I shall thereupon Take rest, ere I be gone 80 Once more on my adventure brave and new: Fearless and unperplexed, When I wage battle next, What weapons to select, what armour to indue.

Youth ended, I shall try 85 My gain or loss thereby; Leave the fire ashes, what survives is gold: And I shall weigh the same, Give life its praise or blame: Young, all lay in dispute; I shall know, being old 90

For note, when evening shuts, A certain moment cuts The deed off, calls the glory from the grey: A whisper from the west Shoots-'Add this to the rest, 95 Take it and try its worth: here dies another day.'

So, still within this life, Though lifted o'er its strife, Let me discern, compare, pronounce at last, 'This rage was right i' the main, 100 That acquiescence vain: The Future I may face now I have proved the Past.'

For more is not reserved To man, with soul just nerved To act to-morrow what he learns to-day: 105 Here, work enough to watch The Master work, and catch Hints of the proper craft, tricks of the tool's true play.

As it was better, youth Should strive, through acts uncouth, 110 Toward making, than repose on aught found made; So, better, age, exempt From strife, should know, than tempt Further. Thou waitedst age; wait death nor be afraid!

Enough now, if the Right 115 And Good and Infinite Be named here, as thou callest thy hand thine own, With knowledge absolute, Subject to no dispute From fools that crowded youth, nor let thee feel alone. 120

Be there, for once and all, Severed great minds from small, Announced to each his station in the Past! Was I, the world arraigned, Were they, my soul disdained, 125 Right? Let age speak the truth and give us peace at last!

Now, who shall arbitrate? Ten men love what I hate, Shun what I follow, slight what I receive; Ten, who in ears and eyes 130 Match me: we all surmise, They, this thing, and I, that: whom shall my soul believe?

Not on the vulgar mass Called 'work', must sentence pass, Things done, that took the eye and had the price; 135 O'er which, from level stand, The low world laid its hand, Found straightway to its mind, could value in a trice:

But all, the world's coarse thumb And finger failed to plumb, 140 So passed in making up the main account; All instincts immature, All purposes unsure, That weighed not as his work, yet swelled the man's amount:

Thoughts hardly to be packed 145 Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped. 150

Ay, note that Potter's wheel, That metaphor! and feel Why time spins fast, why passive lies our clay,- Thou, to whom fools propound, When the wine makes its round, 155 'Since life fleets, all is change; the Past gone, seize to-day!'

Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, 160 That was, is, and shall be: Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.

He fixed thee mid this dance Of plastic circumstance, This Present, thou, forsooth, wouldst fain arrest: 165 Machinery just meant To give thy soul its bent, Try thee and turn thee forth, sufficiently impressed.

What though the earlier grooves Which ran the laughing loves 170 Around thy base, no longer pause and press? What though, about thy rim, Skull-things in order grim Grow out, in graver mood, obey the sterner stress?

Look not thou down but up! 175 To uses of a cup, The festal board, lamp's flash and trumpet's peal, The new wine's foaming flow, The Master's lips aglow! Thou, heaven's consummate cup, what need'st thou with earth's wheel?

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But I need, now as then, Thee, God, who mouldest men; And since, not even while the whirl was worst, Did I,-to the wheel of life With shapes and colours rife, 185 Bound dizzily,-mistake my end, to slake Thy thirst:

So, take and use Thy work! Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in Thy hand! 190 Perfect the cup as planned! Let age approve of youth, and death complete the same!

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Eben Ezra was one of the poets [ Jewish Spanish Golden Era ] we leraned in high school , later i read more of his poetry [ all in the original Hebrew ] with great joy and fun .... I was and still am facinated by translations of any poems ,,, mirjam

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Mirjam Bruck-Cohen

I first discovered - read Eban Ezra when I was around twenty years old. Again, thank you for sharing! Hugs, Noreen

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